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Aug 2010
To teenage dreams of love and wealth
To living life
Instead of breathing death

We are here for today,
Though too foolish to believe
That there is not always tomorrow,

You call us niave
For hoping for more
for caring
And walking into the world daring
it to take us down

We are young
We never belong
We hope
With  heads full of dreams
And  hearts full of promises
Written by
lacey deere
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